The Girl Who Talks to Stars

She sits by the window when the world sleeps tight,

Whispers her secrets to the velvet night.

No one hears, but the stars lean close,

They listen in silence — they understand the most.

She speaks of dreams she’s never told,

Of love that slipped through fingers cold.

Of songs she hums but never sings,

Of broken promises and angel wings.

Each star, a keeper of things she hides,

The versions of her the daylight divides.

She’s not just a girl lost in space —

She’s a soul with galaxies in her embrace.

Her tears fall like meteor rain,

Each drop a memory, joy or pain.

Yet she smiles as if nothing’s wrong,

Holding herself with stories strong.

They say she’s quiet, maybe a bit bizarre,

But she just speaks fluently with stars.

She doesn’t need to be understood by crowds,

She’s busy dancing with cosmic clouds.

So if you see her staring at the sky,

Know she’s not alone — don’t ask why.

The universe hears her unspoken scars,

She’s the girl who talks to stars.